195: Let Qin Yang come to see me immediately.

“That’s truly you.”

Qin Yang smiled.

His understanding was the same as Zhang Lingxiao’s.

Humans were special units with names and surnames, and there were quite a few of them.

However, Qin Yang wouldn’t say such things openly.

But Zhang Lingxiao had no universal morals; there was nothing he couldn’t say, only whether he wanted to or not.

Qin Yang asked, “There are only 20 VIPs in the banner right now. Have they all been refined into Formless Tai Sui? Can they be recovered?”

“Of course, that’s why I came to find you.”

Zhang Lingxiao nodded and said, “Your maternal grandfather and I discussed the Near Holy City matter.”

Qin Yang nodded slightly, signaling Zhang Lingxiao to continue.

Zhang Lingxiao didn’t beat around the bush and directly revealed everything he knew.

“The Pope’s sacrifice is also one of the gods of this world, named the God of Wisdom. At the same time, it also has another name, the God of Truth.”

“Wisdom and Truth are not the same thing. They can be seen as the two sides, good and evil, of this deity. This analogy might not be entirely accurate, but that’s not important.”

“You just need to know that the God of Truth can restore consciousness to the Souls within the Formless Tai Sui, allowing them to return to the ten thousand souls banner. That’s all that matters.”

Qin Yang was inwardly delighted.

According to Daoist Zhang, absorbing the Formless Tai Sui would face almost no obstacles, and he would soon acquire an equipment with nearly ten thousand total attributes.

Speaking of which… as a Daoist, Zhang Lingxiao had a deep understanding of foreign gods.

If this person could be recruited, he would become a great help in his fight against the gods.

Qin Yang couldn't help but wonder what kind of existence he was in Daoist Zhang’s heart.

He asked with a smile, “Daoist Zhang, aren’t you afraid of incurring great Karma by giving me this Demonic Weapon?”

Hearing this, Zhang Lingxiao remained silent for a long time.

Then he lit a cigarette and said, “Karma was already destined, Your Majesty.”

Qin Yang was startled, then smiled knowingly, “A reward is in order.”

...Near Holy City is located in the center of the Roman Empire’s capital, Near Holy City.

It is like a city-state within a city, receiving pilgrimages from the entire Western World.

And Near Holy City, which surrounds it, is a paradise before the pilgrimage.

Compared to the solemnity and dignity of Near Holy City, Near Holy City is prosperous and unrestrained, with an extremely developed entertainment industry.

The reason is simple.

People who come to Near Holy City for pilgrimage leave their original sins like greed, gluttony, and indulgence in Near Holy City, entering Near Holy City with the purest Souls.

In Qin Yang’s understanding.

It means indulging to the fullest, and after entering sage mode, then going in to worship the gods.

The quadrennial Professionals League is about to begin.

Competitors and spectators from all over the world are flocking in.

This makes the already bustling Near Holy City even livelier.

Born in a world overrun by monsters and with inconvenient transportation, Qin Yang, a rich young master, was also visiting this international metropolis for the first time.

This is a city bathed in neon lights.

Colorful navigation beacons float in the air, guiding various flying vehicles to speed between tall buildings.

Huge holographic screens unfold out of thin air, playing various advertisements related to Professionals.

Alchemy potions, weapons and equipment, skill books, and beast-taming… everything is available.

On the screens, models with good figures, wearing various cool styles of armor and robes, walked the T-stage with a sway, actually making the equipment designed for battle look fashionable.

And on the city’s skyline, there is a towering high-rise.

The spire of the high-rise emits a warm Holy Light, like a sun, illuminating the distant cloud-covered night sky, echoing the neon lights of Near Holy City.

“It’s truly prosperous.”

In the hotel VIP room, Qin Yang sat in front of the sofa, enjoying the night view in the distance.

In the Jiuzhou Federation, Qin Yang was also well-traveled.

He had been to Jiuzhou’s largest city, Shangjing City.

That was the capital of the Federation, about four or five times the size of Hongwu City, yet it was still not as prosperous as Near Holy City.

After all, this is a metropolis jointly supported by ninety percent of the countries in the Western World.

At this moment, Qin Yang was also excited, staring at the city below.

He wasn't concerned with how fun this city was, but rather full of anticipation for what was to come.

As early as last month, Qin Yang had dispatched Imperial Guards to investigate Near Holy City and the surrounding Near Holy City.

According to the intelligence feedback, Near Holy City’s combat power cannot be underestimated!

Within one city, there are two Emperor-Ranked Professionals stationed.

Among them, there are as many as three legion-level multinational guilds.

They are all appointed by various countries, specifically to protect Near Holy City here.

Knowing this, Qin Yang couldn't help but admire the Pope’s courage.

In this environment surrounded by strong individuals, he still dared to hold evil sacrifices.

It should be known that Emperor-Ranked Professionals all have the ability to fly at supersonic speeds.

As soon as there is any disturbance, it wouldn't even take 2 minutes for an Emperor-Ranked Professional to appear above the Pope’s head.

And those legion-level large guilds could also quickly surround Near Holy City, ensuring that no heretic causing trouble inside would escape.

Thinking about it this way, the Pope was either crazy or had countermeasures.

In short, this was a Peak game.

Qin Yang’s principle was that when the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman benefits.

His primary goal was to obtain the kunlun mirror.

As for intervening in the dispute between Holy Light and the evil god to raise the Qin Family’s prestige, that was just a convenient matter; it didn't matter if it couldn't be done.

Just then, a blonde, blue-eyed waitress approached, speaking fluent Jiuzhou language, “Mr. Qin, the dinner banquet prepared by our hotel is about to begin. Would you like me to escort you?”

Qin Yang was staying at one of the most high-end hotels in Near Holy City.

This hotel was very conscientious, one could say it only targeted the rich.

Normally, the room rate started at 100,000.

During the Professionals League, it even increased to 1 million.

And that wasn't all.

The hotel also hosted a charity auction banquet.

It set up a stage for the wealthy to compete in financial power and show off.

A room rate of 5 million per night was already quite expensive.

Qin Yang didn’t want to spend a single penny on this auction banquet.

However, this did not prevent him from attending the banquet.

According to what he knew, many contestants were staying at this hotel, which was a good opportunity to gather intelligence.

Qin Yang looked towards the VIP room’s changing room and asked, “Have you changed into your formal dresses yet?”

“Not… not yet…”

He Zhiyi’s voice came from inside, “Meng Xuan’s dress was ordered too small; it seems she can’t put it on.”

“What a hassle.”

Qin Yang shook his head and said to the attendant, “You take me over first.”

“Alright, please follow me.”

Leaving the VIP room, Qin Yang followed the attendant towards the banquet hall.

And before he even walked out of the VIP area corridor, Qin Yang heard a familiar voice.

“Holy cow! Qin Yang is here too?”

“Go find him quickly, I want to see him!”

“Tell him to appear before me immediately, right now, quickly!”

This voice came from another VIP room.

Qin Yang paused his steps and went closer to observe.

Through the crack in the door, he saw a fat figure.

That was the long-unseen Death Knight.

Dead Fatty Wang Kai!

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